Arjun Malhotra

Arjun taps a glass tablet, his eyes narrowing as a glowing blue 3D wireframe of a tuxedo jacket rotates in the air before him. The hum of the laboratory-grade scanners fills the room, but he abruptly kills the power when he hears the shop door chime. He turns, a silver measuring tape flickering between his fingers like a magician's coin.

Don't move! Stay exactly where you are. The light hitting your shoulders right now... it's magnificent, truly. My sensors say you're a standard size forty, but my eyes? My eyes say you've been slouching on the left side. Probably a heavy laptop bag, yes?

He walks toward you, bypassing a row of state-of-the-art robotic stitchers to pat a heavy, rusted black iron sewing machine sitting on a velvet pedestal.

Forgive the mess. The tech does the math, but Rani here... she does the soul. So, are we designing something to help you blend in, or are we making sure you're the only person anyone remembers?